TITLE - HER KIND OF TOWN.

AUTHOR-garrettelliot

DISCLAIMER- Not mine, they belong to Tailwind et al (except Sarah), it's just sometimes they use my fevered little imagination to play in. The song is obviously not mine but I love it.

SUMMARY- Garrett gets a new love interest (hey I can't stand Walcott and I kinda like writing Garrett).

AUTHOR'S NOTE- Pure fluff, but I liked the idea. No major cases. I was writing on a different fic and the song was on the CD player. I don't know anything about the hiring process of the Mass. Coroner so just go with me on this. Sarah is not a self-insertion, but a family member who does not want to be named did influence some of her dialogue. (Thank you said family member for the loan of your voice and your tattoo. Yes she really did get it to celebrate her divorce.) This is my first post on Crossing Jordan, so play nice when (if) you review, but be honest. Please review I sooooo need feedback here.

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The clock radio jolted her awake at 6am, it took her a minute to remember where she was.

Mondays are a bitch, especially, first day on the new job, Mondays.
Sarah Mathews sat up, pushing her long, unruly, black curls out of her face, looking around her new apartment. Time to shower and get to her new job. Boston wasn't her kind of town.

Definitely ain't no gold, but ain't nobody like my ex-husband either.

Not that she could possibly be Harrison's number one fan, she knew him far to well.

Hey, maybe Boston could be my kind of town after all.

One shower, thirty minutes of fighting her hair, -it was a pain but at least long it didn't stand out in curls like Little Orphan Annie- and a ride on the "T" later she pushed open the door to the Starbucks across the street from the city morgue.

"Oomph."

She had just pushed the door into a good-looking man in a trench coat, who was now wearing a Starbucks large.

"Oh God, I am so sorry. Are you burned? Can I buy you another to make up for this."

"No, I'm not burned and you don't look old enough to drink coffee, you look twelve." The guy looked at all 5' 1" of her with what seemed to be interest.

"Man, if every guy in this town has a voice like yours, babe, I'm definitely settlin' down here."

" What?" 'Babe' sputtered, looking amused.

" Can we pretend I didn't just say that out loud, please, and I'm quite a few years past twelve. I feel really awful about your coffee and your coat, please let me buy you another."

" Which, the coffee or the coat." 'Gorgeous' smiled.

" Hot damn, cute and slightly quirky. I love that in man I want to sleep with."

"Not tonight dear, I have a headache, but thank you for the offer and the compliment."

Shit. Maybe I should shut-up while I'm behind.

"You know, I really should get my internal dialogue regulator fixed. Know good doctors in the area." Sarah smiled.

"I am a doctor actually." The guy grinned down at her.

There's that smile again. Yum, yum, I could eat you with a spoon, baby.

She looked up at him through her lashes just to make sure that last had been only internal.

"So you wanna come with." She nodded toward the coffee shop. " I'll buy you another round and you can give me a consult on that regulator problem. Or do I need to schedule an office visit."

Her infectious, sexy grin was getting to the guy, she could tell by the slightly dazzled look in his eyes. He was either interested or he figured her a candidate for the next available padded room and was ready to call mental health. A diagnosis she would have been inclined to agree with, until she left Harrison.

"Nobody wants to schedule an office visit with me, I'm a Medical Examiner."

She stopped dead in the doorway, earning nasty looks from several 'suit' types, who wanted in or out. The idea of the first day on the new job just got a lot more interesting.

"Small world, so am I. Today's my first day. I'm Sarah Mathews and I guess we'll be working together."

" Garret Macy, I'm the chief." Her sexy looking new boss shook her now numb hand.

" Well hell, first day, I'm not even on the clock yet and I make a pass at the boss. I am really gonna have to work on my career development skills." Sarah laughed as she blushed.

Garret laughed. " I have a feeling you'll fit right in at our place, Dr. Mathews."

"Sarah, please. I mean if I'm going to sexually harass you, we should at least be on a first name basis."

First name, last name, hey you. Just call me next time you are in the 'mood', boss.

Sarah shot another quick look at him. He didn't look shocked, so she must be safe.

"Well, now that I've completely humiliated myself, can I buy you that coffee, and maybe a Danish, as a bribe to forget this morning come review time, boss?"

" Not a chance, Sarah, I'll cherish the memory of this morning, till I die."

There was that smile again.

God, what a killer grin and just enough devil in the eyes to make a gal wish for a good pile of hay or whatever folks up here in New England take a roll in for getting hot and sweaty.

Suddenly, the thought of Boston and the ME's office looked a whole lot better, than when it had just been a way to get out of Memphis, and away from Harrison.

Damn, Sarah ruin a perfectly good fantasy of the sexy, new boss by thinking about your soon to be ex.

Old Harrison J. Mathews always could put a damper on a delicious fantasy, or any other fun Sarah thought up for that matter.

"It's still early yet, neither of us needs to be at the office for another thirty minutes." Garrett said turning back toward the counter. "Let's get that coffee and sit down. I like to get to know my employees as well as I can."

Not as well as I'd like to 'know' my employer, I'll bet.

After they were seated, Sarah grinned, " Let the inquisition begin."

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition." He shot back.

Hot dog, all this and a Monty Python fan too. I really could fall for a guy like this.

"Well, other than the fact that I spend my Mondays mornings hanging around Starbuck's, accosting attractive men who have the taste to appreciate Python, what would you like to know about me?" Sarah shot him her best southern belle, 'come hither' smile.

" I know from your resume you were born in Memphis, studied at Duke, and worked with the Memphis ME's office for ten years. Married, no children. Your ex-boss thinks you walk on water, by the way. Said he wanted you to take over when he retires. So why move up here?"

"Sterling Gentry is sweet old southern gentleman, who can charm the birds from the trees. He's a wiz with a corpse or a murder scene, I learned a lot from him. But it's 'separated, no kids', now. That's the reason for the move, not enough room in Memphis for both little ole me, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's ego. Irreconcilable differences. I think life should be Fat Tuesday, he's more the Ash Wednesday type."

" Not much for 'laissez bon temps roule', huh?"

" More like 'all work and no play, makes Harrison a rich man, with connections and political aspirations.' Fat bank accounts and the pursuit of high office meant more than a happy wife. But I'm not bitter. Much. Harrison wanted me in a different job 'more in keeping with the prestige and image of the wife of the future governor'. His words not mine. I hated the idea, besides I don't bake cookies worth a damn or kiss babies, ass either, for that matter."

Way to go, Sarah. Tell the new boss you're stubborn and opinionated. Sure to make a great impression at work and win you a date with a sexy man.

"Sorry, I spent so much time keeping my opinions bottled up around Harrison, that now I tend to 'let it all hang out', you know. Sort of an 'oh, sweet freedom, rain down over me' vibe."

"Divorce is a weird experience." Garrett half smiled.

"How long for you."

Hosanna, mama. He's single. I am so gonna have to get to know my boss.

"Over five years now."

"Mine's almost final, just waiting for the decree. Since I'm new in town, you can take me out for a drink to celebrate, when I get it."

"I take it amicable wasn't." Garrett quipped.

"Oh, everything with Harrison is very civilized outwardly, mustn't give the press anything to write about detrimental to the reputation, you know. It's funny in college I thought he was so perfect. Steady, mature, focused. It didn't take me long after the wedding to understand that actually meant staid, boring and stuffy. I was married to an old man, six months younger than me."

"All dull and no fun makes Sarah a little crazy, huh?"

"Yup, that pretty much covers it."

"Let's head over to the office. I'll have our grief councilor, Lily Lebowski, show you around. I have a meeting with our DA." Garrett looked at his watch. "Dammit I'm going to be late." He jumped up, spilling his coffee down his shirt.

"Hey, not my fault this time, boss."

They left the coffee shop, laughing and headed across the street.

M.E.'S OFFICE.

After the pair exited the elevator, Garrett motioned down the corridor.

"If you'll wait by the third door on the right, I'll track down Ms. Lebowski, and change my shirt."

" No problem." Sarah smiled.

Love to help you with that, sweetie, shirt, pants and everything else too. God, Sarah, horny much.

"Hello! And whose little girl are you, luv?" A tall, lanky guy stopped on his way down the hall.

" Well now, that depends on whose askin', darlin'." Sarah drawled like an Atlanta belle at a debutante ball, grinning up at the towering, obviously British man.

" Ooh, a Southern girl. I'm a pushover for moonlight and magnolias, ducks. Nigel Townsend, man about town, witty raconteur and resident computer genius at your service, luv." He took her offered hand bowed and kissed it.

This guy has watched way to many Maurice Chevalier flicks. Hot boss, goofy coworker, this place is gonna be fun.

"Sarah Mathews, fayuh blossom of the South and new kid on the block." Sarah flashed him a flirtatious grin.

"Accosting women in the hall, Nige. Hey, I guess it's a step up from the street." A lithe brunette walked up laughing.

"Seduce, Jordan luv, the word is seduce. And if you don't mind I'm trying my best line here." Nigel mock leered at Sarah "This lovely bit is our new ME, Sarah Mathews, Sarah, Jordan Cavanaugh, thorn in my flesh, and also ME.

"Hi. Don't mind Nigel. He's strange, but harmless." Jordan held out her hand.

Sarah laughed and took her hand. "Oh, I imagine he could be dangerous given the proper motivation. Remind me not to motivate him, will you?"

"Don't take your cues from our Jordan, luv. She's a bit down on men at the moment." Nigel shot Jordan a look. "How is dear Woodrow, by the by, all a twitter with wedding plans?"

"Nigel, Woody never twitters, babbles occasionally, but never twitters. And you know that rat is in Wisconsin, till Saturday. So I'm stuck with all this wedding crap."

Okay. Add one smart ass to the mix. This place is starting to feel like home now.

"When's the wedding?" Sarah asked.

"Three months and I still don't have a cake or my dress." Jordan looked frustrated and frazzled at the thought of shopping. "Everything is poofy, frilly, or way to haute couture."

"A friend of mind just got married last week. She wore the most incredibly simple Vera Wang. I have the pictures in my bag, just picked them up. You can look them over if you'd like. She got her dress here in Boston. And the bridesmaids dresses are something your friends won't hate you for."

"I may kiss your feet for that." Jordan laughed.

"While you're on the feet, can I have the rest?" Nigel quipped. The three cracked up.

As they all tried to catch their breath, Garrett walked up. "Lily is out today, emergency dental appointment. Jordan could you show Sarah around. I've got to get to that meeting." He handed Jordan the schedule. "You're boss, Jor. Try not to leave beer and peanuts on the floor if you throw a kegger, okay. I'll be back after lunch." He headed for the elevator.

"Yes dad, we'll be good." Jordan called after him checking the schedule. "Okay, light day, eight scheduled but only seven ME's in today. Nige, you're on DNA for the rape/murder from yesterday. I've got a possible suicide. Bug can take the suspicious asphyxiation. Whoever finishes first can take the ER possible heart."

"I can catch that, if it's okay. Sounds pretty easy to get my feet wet on." Sarah jumped at the chance to dive in. "Since I'm the newbie somebody can check me out when I'm done."

"Cool, we'll post in room one at the same time. That way I can back you up." Jordan said "Come on, I'll show you the dressing room."

"Let me know if you get into any trouble, I'll help." Nigel said.

"Shugga, I have a feeling the help you'd give might get a girl in all kindsa trouble."

Nigel mimed a heart shot. "I am slain, fair maiden, by your delicate hand."

"Fear not brave knight, I shall mend all." Sarah gave him a wink and headed off after Jordan. .

. TBC. . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N What do you think? I will bring in Bug et al later. I'm having trouble writing him just now. Please R/R, I am writing in a vacuum as none of my friends like fan fic.